Achilles' Point of View:
She let out a shaky breath before whispering back. "He, uh, he gave me death—death threats and then… then he brought a gun."
I exhaled in shock. What the fuck?
Pulling back, I kept a hand on her cheeks. "It'll be fine. Can you give us some time alone?"
She nodded and left the ward.
As soon as she left, I turned to him.
"So what was so fucking wrong in your life that you go around trying to kill my girlfriend?" As the words left my mouth, I heard Carlos chuckle.
"It's crazy, you know…" He took a step toward me. "Suddenly I'm the villain, even when she didn't want to make me one. Crazy coincidence wouldn't you say?"
"You can't be the villain if you don't do the wrong things, Carlos," I said with the same dominance in his voice, and took a step toward him too. "Now answer the question."
